


Altering Reality

by Megastressedout584



Category: The Umbrella Academy (TV), The Umbrella Academy (TV) RPF
Genre: AU, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Badass Vanya, Eventual Smut, F/M, Falling In Love, First Time, Fluff and Smut, Light Angst, Protective Number Five | The Boy (Umbrella Academy), Time Travel
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2019-05-19
Updated: 2019-05-24
Packaged: 2020-03-08 00:52:55
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 3
Words: 4,998
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18884782
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Megastressedout584/pseuds/Megastressedout584
Summary: What if Five couldn't control his jumps to the future from the time he was little? How would the story changed if Five knew more about time travel before he permanently left for the future?A quick story for those who need their Five and Vanya fix before season 2.





	1. Chapter 1

Ironically enough, Five was five the first time he disappeared. Their entire “family” was eating dinner, Grace smiling and fixing Diego’s napkin around his neck. The record player was on and the no-talking rule was in place. Vanya dutifully ate her vegetables, not happy about it one bit. 

Five, the sibling she was easily closest to, sat to her left. She was looking down, but suddenly snapped her head up when a familiar blue light appeared in her vision. She blinked hard. Five was gone. All that was left was an empty seat. 

Vanya and Ben, also nearby, gasped. Five would be in huge trouble for using his powers at the table. The others were only allowed to use their powers during training. Although Vanya didn’t have to worry about getting in trouble over this, she could only imagine what Reginald Hargreeves would do to them if they disobeyed. Somehow, their father heard them over the player and peered over. His narrowed eyes followed their gazes and glared at Five’s chair. 

“Five, I demand to know where you are this instant!” Reginald stood, his voice boisterous and his eyes accusing as they scanned the room for the young boy. 

A terse silence continued to fill the room. Vanya herself looked around for Five, but was surprised to find he wasn’t there. _Perhaps he was in the kitchen? ___

____

Grace finally broke the silence. “I will go check around the house,” she said sweetly. 

Vanya tapped her fingers impatiently against the chair that was far to large for her small frame. 

“Back to eating, children,” her father commanded. She followed orders and eyed her siblings, who all seemed just as mystified as her. Unconcerned, the rest continued to eat. Vanya had a bad feeling in her gut. 

Grace searched the giant mansion for around 15 minutes, their dinner coming to an end by then. They were promptly dismissed, but Vanya lingered. She watched Mom whisper something to Father, anxiety clouding her face. 

Vanya walked over to them and pulled on her mother’s long skirt to get her attention. 

“Where’s Five?” she whispered.

Grace went down to her eye level. “He will be just fine sweetheart. You just go play with your siblings,” she soothed, pushing some of her bangs away from her face. 

She followed instructions, still confused. Allison and her, the only girls, played dolls in her room. It was a relatively normal night, until they heard snuffling and the click of Mom’s heels down the hall. 

Both of them looked to the doorway, surprised to see a flash of Mom and Five walking quickly to his room. It wasn't until later that she realized Five had been crying.  
***  
The next time it happened was when they were all seven. Five had apparently been working on his homework, far more advanced than Vanya’s was due to his incredibly intelligent nature. She went to his room, intending to play him a song that was always a favorite of his, but he wasn’t there. Instead, his desk chair swung slightly, as if someone had just stood from it. 

Going door to door, no one said they saw him recently. Vanya looked everywhere in the large mansion before coming to her mother. 

“I can’t find Five anywhere” she admitted. 

“I’m sure he’s somewhere around here, come, I shall help look,” Mom patted her back reassuringly. 

They couldn’t find him. 

Mom dropped her off with Allison and Luther, who were always too absorbed in each other to necessarily notice when other people were with them. Vanya awkwardly sat with them as they kept up conversation, wondering what Mom was telling her father. _Would he do anything to find Five?_

____

They didn’t have to worry for too long, as a hard thump from above alerted them to something strange. The three siblings stared at each other before slowly rising and going upstairs to check out where the sound came from. 

Five was on the floor of their attic, looking disoriented and upset. His eyes were misty and red, while his uniform was dusted with dirt. Luther stepped forward, but Five’s startled facial expression and shift backwards hinted that he did not want to be touched. 

“Five?” Vanya peered around Luther, then began to slowly approach him. Five’s eyes shot to her, his face relaxing quite a bit. 

When she reached him, she didn’t offer a hand, but instead sat down with him. 

“Are you-“ 

She didn’t get to finish her sentence, as she was enveloped in a shockingly strong hug. 

“I thought I lost you all again,” Five whispered to her. 

“Again?” she asked, thoroughly confused.  
He pulled away, almost reluctant. “I need to speak with Dad,” he muttered. “I’ll be right back.” 

***  
“Time travel? Like in Back to the Future?” Vanya asked, appalled. They were eight now, another episode occurring when Five was finally able to realize he traveled to the future after reading the date of a newspaper. 

Five rolled his eyes. 

“Our old man told me that’s what has been happening to me for the past few years, but I never believed him. Until now.” 

“But you said where you travel is in ruins. So what, is that our future?” she asked nervously. 

He sighed. “It might just be.”

“If it’s not for another twenty years, we could change it, right?” 

“I don’t know enough about time. It could be set in stone for all I know.”

Vanya refused to believe it. If anyone could figure it out, it would be him. “So until then, are you going to keep accidentally going there?” 

He shook his head. “I am going to learn how to control it. Spatial jumps are nothing compared to this.” 

“But how?”

He shrugged. “Trial and error. I better start researching everything there is to know about time.” 

Vanya didn’t see much of him after that. He stayed in his room even more now than before, only coming out for meals. The rest of the siblings continued on like nothing was amiss. The only difference you could spot was the slight narrowed gaze Father sent to Five. 

***  
By the time they were thirteen and considered battle ready, everyone in the house received their own tattoo. Vanya’s bare wrist was just another symptom of her ordinariness. 

Five was able to travel forward and backward in time, but only for a few minutes. Their father was worried about the effects it would have on Five and the time continuum, so he never let him go far. However, Five still could not control when he randomly left for the apocalypse. It happened more and more often as they aged. If the dark circles under his eyes were any indication, it was taking a toll on him. 

By then, all the children knew about his “condition”. But they didn’t know exactly where and when he went. Father forbid it. 

But she knew. She suspected her father knew that she knew. Five and her only grew closer as the years went on, to his dismay. 

When Five left again one random Sunday, he came back with a bloody fake eyeball and a purpose. 

“This eyeball belongs to the person responsible for the end of the world,” he began, setting the eye casually on her desk. She grimaced at him. 

“You couldn’t put a towel down first?” 

“There’s something you need to know about the future Vanya,” Five ignored her, taking a seat at the same desk. She sat up in her bed and raised a dark brow. 

“What is it?” 

“In this apocalypse, I-uh-found our brothers and sister dead, but didn’t see you,” he spoke too quickly. 

She blinked. “What was that?” 

He repeated it, slower. Her heart clenched at the news.

“Maybe I survived? I wouldn’t be there fighting the bad guy because uh you know, no powers,” she offered as an explanation. 

He nodded slowly. “But what is weird is that I am also not there.” 

***  
The next time Five time-traveled, he didn’t come back almost immediately. 

Vanya realized too late that he wasn’t there because he left the past for the future when it all happened.


	2. Part 2

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Super happy with the response for this story! Decided to split second and last chapter into two so it doesn't feel like too overwhelming! So keep on the lookout for 3rd part!

Five had been gone for two years when she got a mysterious note on her desk. In a purple sticky note, unmistakably boyish handwriting wrote, 

_Vanya, ___

____

_Come off of the pills you take carefully. They are not what you think. Be strong. ___

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_-Future Five ___

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__

She stared stupidly at the note for a good twenty minutes. The first thought to hit her was that it was clearly a prank by Klaus. But the style of the writing, from the handwriting to the bluntness and lack of detail immediately made her think of Five. It had to be from him. 

She followed the instructions and secretly only took one a day, then eventually half of one a day, then eventually none at all. 

The note was right. They absolutely were not what she thought. 

Like any teenager, she sat for hours in her room and cried. She didn’t even know what for. It could have been from the lies, or the current identity crisis, or just from missing Five. Either way, it felt like her life was crumbling to pieces. The rain outside poured in agreement and drowned out her sobs. 

Eventually, she had to take the last bit of advice in the note. _Be strong._

____

She went to her father first, demanding answers. What she got was more disturbing than she could ever imagine. 

***  
By age seventeen, the others no longer looked at her with apprehension. She was still regular old Vanya, just now with scary powers. It was funny, because her entire life had been about her wanting to be special. It turns out she was a little too special. 

She trained diligently, even during holidays, to maintain control of her powers. She was not about to have them rumored away again. The urge to runaway was huge in the beginning, but she knew that her family was her only chance of help. In his own sick way, Dad was trying to do what was best for her. 

She was playing violin, her natural ability even more pronounced now that her powers were out. She maintained focus not only on the instrument, but on the energy that threatened to expand outwards. When someone cleared their throat next to her, she jumped and broke a few things in the room. 

She gasped and actually dropped her treasured violin from her hand. Luckily, it landed on the nearby couch. 

Standing in front of her, a scruffy man, maybe a little older than her, stood in her line of vision. He wore a suit that was slightly too large for him. He was lean and tall and held up a book in his hand. 

“I calculated everything correctly,” he smiled, the room seeming to lighten up. 

Vanya stared at the unmistakable face of Five. Though they appeared a bit more haunted, his eyes were still the same blue. 

“Is it really you?” she whispered, then reached out to touch his arm. He was solid. She went in for a hug.

He hugged her tightly back. “For you it’s been a few years, but for me its been a lifetime.” 

She felt tears stinging her eyes when she pulled away. She was so shocked to see him that what he just said didn’t register with her. He wiped them away with the back of his hand. 

She eyed the other hand holding the book. “What’s that?” she asked. 

“Something I carried around all these years. I wrote my equations to get back in here.” 

She caught sight of the title and her picture. Her eyes widened and she nearly began to panic. 

“Calm down, I will explain everything.” He grabbed her hand, pulling her toward the voices in the kitchen. She stared down at their intertwined hands, trying to remember when Five actually initiated physical touch.

***  
They were in her room, her sitting up on the bed and him in her desk chair. After staring at the woman on the back of his book, who appeared as her, but a few years older than her with haunted eyes, she placed it down. 

“I’m scared to read it,” she admitted. 

Five started intently at her. She attempted to not shrink away from the stare. His gaze was always intense, but maybe she never noticed just how much. 

“The plot of that book is half wrong now. I changed the outcome.”

She thought about it. “Your note? That was from you, right?” 

“Of course. I now have control over all my powers. I had to perfectly time it, and if I do say so myself, it worked out well,” he stated confidently. 

She looked down at her hands. “How did you know though? Did you know before?” 

He scoffed. “I always knew you were special Vanya. Just not in that way. I found the old man’s diary with your book. I couldn’t just let you live a lie.” 

She smiled for the first time in a while. “Thanks, Five. I’m glad you’re back.” 

***  
Vanya read her book. It was surreal. 

Ben was supposed to die on a mission in the alternate timeline. Vanya was supposed to never find out about her powers. 

Five changed this. Now he was was in trouble with someone called the Temps Commission. 

“They will follow me here. They likely already sent out a team to kill me. But they don’t know our capabilities,” he reassured the team. Vanya, now finally able to sit in these meetings, gave him a grim smile. 

“What you’re saying sounds impossible Five-“ Alison began. 

“About as impossible as me having the consciousness of an old man? Anything is possible Alison, we are examples of that,” he stated factually. 

Reginald Hargreeves, who was at first relieved to have Five back, now seemed angry. 

“You are bringing killers to our doorstep just by staying here. You made this mess, now clean it up Five! Don’t come back until you do!” he demanded, his cane slamming against the ground. Pogo looked as if he wanted to interject, but must have decided not to. 

Vanya became worried and studied everyone’s expressions. There were varying degrees of pity, while Diego just looked impatient, as usual. 

“Dad, we can’t just let Five face these people alone-“ Luther tried. 

“That is exactly what we will do. If he is the trained killer he claims to be, he will take care of it,” Father replied. His monocle glinted in the light. 

Later that night, as Vanya heard Five packing a small bag, she snuck into his room. 

“Let me come with you,” she offered. “You know I could help you. We could do it, together.” 

He tilted his head at her. “These people will do anything to fix the timeline. They could torture and kill you. Is that what you want to sign up for?”

“I want to help you. You’ve done a lot for us.” She grabbed one of his hands and squeezed it reassuringly. “Let’s do this.” 

***  
They were staying at a motel for two days when Vanya came to the startling realization that perhaps she was attracted to Five. 

When they were thirteen and still all together, the others often teased them about how close they were. Vanya would just blush and brush it off. It would be weird to be attracted to her own brother, even if they were not blood-related. 

_Right? ___

____

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Luther and Alison seemed to have something as well, but it was never announced, nor could it ever be due to their Father. 

But their father wasn’t there, nor was the expectation that they act only as siblings. They were two rogues now. 

She was laying down, watching the dull tv that the motel provided, when Five came out of the shower with no shirt on. 

It kind of hit her then that he was actually a man now. Sadly, she didn’t get to see him in his awkward teen years, which she was almost done with, thank god. 

He was lean with defined muscles and a few scars scattered here and there. His skin was pale and smooth and she longed to touch it. 

She averted her eyes and attempted to focus on the tv. 

“You want to grab donuts?” he asked, grabbing a t-shirt from his bag. She wondered if he knew the effect it would have on her. 

“Yeah, definitely,” she responded, her tongue feeling slightly heavier than ever before. 

They were sitting at the counter of the empty donut shop when they were approached by the team that Five knew they would send. Vanya heard them before she saw them, tugging on Five’s shirt. They didn’t turn around. 

Two different guns were cocked at their heads in less than ten seconds. 

“Come with us Five, and the girl doesn’t get hurt,” the leader said. 

Five turned to her slowly. 

“You made a mistake in thinking I was the greater threat gentlemen,” he chuckled. 

Before the men felt the shift in the air, Vanya’s eyes turned white and the men were all slammed to the ground. Dead. 

They both turned to look at the chaos. Five grimaced. “Time to cut out the chip.” 

***  
“Five, how did you manage to spend all that time alone in the apocalypse?” 

They were laying down in their own beds, unable to fall asleep. 

“I had Delores. My wife.” 

Vanya turned over to stare at him. A strange sense of jealously filled her. “But you said no one survived.”

“Well she did. She was able to live because she’s a mannequin.” 

She felt relief settle into her. “Oh. Well I am glad you found her.” 

Five snorted. “She always said I drank too much,” he muttered. 

Vanya would probably go a little crazy if she was in Five’s position. In fact, she’s surprised by how much sanity he still had. So she went along with it. 

“I’m sure she loved you,” she said. 

“She did. The only person I really wanted was far away, so I had to take what was given to me.” 

She felt herself nearly stop breathing. “And who was that?” 

“You, of course.”

The room grew silent after that. Vanya eventually fell asleep with a small smile on her face.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Thanks for reading! If you liked it, give me kudos! Should post part 3 soon, just editing. Just to clarify, Five returned to the present around age 20 and went through everything that occurred in the series with the apocalypse/commission, he just was able to understand the mechanics better, like he traveled to give Vanya the note, came back in the body he wanted, etc.


	3. Part 3

The next day was a huge day for her. It was October 1, the day that they were all born. She was officially eighteen.

Five declined to celebrate. He said that technically, it wasn’t his birthday anymore. 

“How old are you then?” she asked muffled, eating celebratory pancakes at a diner. 

“About twenty. I wanted to be young enough to be around you guys, but old enough that people will take me somewhat seriously.” He sipped at his nearly black coffee. 

“It also doesn’t hurt to be able to buy booze,” he casually added. 

Naturally, the gift he later gave her was a fancy bottle of wine. It had a pretty bow tied around the neck of it and she loved it. 

They both sipped at it while the TV was on, sitting on the same bed, but opposite ends. They talked about topics ranging from the assassins likely out to find them to old childhood memories. 

It was fun. Vanya always loved his dry humor and she knew this was a perfect eighteenth birthday. 

“You were amazing yesterday, you know that?” Her thoughts were halted by the praise. She attempted to suppress the blush that was warming her cheeks. 

“Thanks,” she whispered. Her powers were never praised by her father. Simply condemned. 

“I mean it. Your eyes, they were-are beautiful,” he complimented. 

Her stomach clenched pleasantly. Five actually appeared flustered and steered the conversation to a different topic. However, she couldn’t stop thinking about what he said. 

***  
He kissed her for the first time after a near miss with Hazel and Cha-Cha. They had already attacked the academy and Father managed to track them both down to demand they come home, since their location was compromised already. 

Dad wasn't happy with them. _But when was he ever? ___

____

After their eighteenth birthday, Allison was gone, as was Diego. The day of the attack, it was just Luther, Ben, and Klaus. Ben was napping and missed most of it. Klaus was taken as a hostage and Luther was shot in the arm. 

Five wasn’t surprised that they were able to connect them to the academy. He mentioned the waitress eyeing their tattoos. 

Vanya sat in her old room, her old music softly playing. They had an address for a crappy motel. The deal was to hand over Five, or else Klaus would be killed. They only had the beginning of a plan. Most of them involved either Ben or her immediately taking out Hazel and Cha-Cha. But they wanted Five alone and it posed a risk. 

Five knocked on her open door and peeked a head in. “Can I come in?” 

“Yes,” she shifted, expecting him to sit at his usual place, the desk chair. He didn’t. He sat next to her on the bed, their thighs close enough to touch. 

“This place hasn’t changed much, has it?” he began.

She shook her head. “Same old, same old.” 

When she turned to meet his eyes, he surprised her by brushing a strand of dark hair behind her ear. Her eyes widened further when he pressed his forehead against hers, lightly brushing her lips with his. His lips, soft and warm, molded with hers easily. 

A breath left her when he pulled away slightly. Her wide eyes stared at him. 

“Is this okay?” he whispered. 

She nodded. She gently touched the hand on her cheek and leaned in once more. This was far better than the first kiss she had with the neighbor a few years ago. Five ran his hands in her hair as he swept his tongue across the seam of her lips. She opened her mouth a bit, consumed suddenly by heat and want. 

His shirt was getting wrinkled in her hands and she clutched him closer. A lightbulb suddenly flickered, then went out, leaving them in dim lighting. 

“Master Five,” a familiar voice rang out. 

Vanya flew back, staring at Pogo in the doorway, embarrassed. If Pogo was surprised by their position, he didn’t voice it. _If this got back to their father, what would happen? ___

____

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“I thought I would find you here. Master Klaus escaped his kidnappers and came back with a briefcase. He appears very strange,” Pogo informed them. 

Five immediately stood. “I’ve got to go to him,” he looked at her, and she nodded. 

The freaky suitcase was actually a time-machine. _Great._

____

____

Klaus did look different. He had a new tattoo, more hair, and a haunted look in his eyes. 

The entire house, including their father, were discussing the next step. The suitcase was important to Hazel and Cha-Cha, thus they could lure them out. 

However, just when everyone looked to Five for guidance on the matter, he was no longer there. 

Vanya felt her heart sink. It was just like when he disappeared at the dinner table all those years ago. Only this time, he must have left willingly. 

***  
She told herself that he must have left for a reason. The Temps Commission could have taken him. Vanya wanted to use the suitcase, but she had no idea what time he could be in, nor would the others dare open it. 

She felt a tear fall, all her old doubts rising to the surface. She tried not to imagine him leaving her on purpose. If he was taken, then was he being tortured? Killed? He did commit a large crime in the eyes of the Commission. 

Surprisingly, it was Luther who came to her comfort. 

“It’s-uh-going to be alright Vanya,” he patted her back. “Mom is going to make your favorite for dinner tonight.” 

***  
The next morning, she attempted to distract herself through her music. She was temporarily soothed, but screamed loudly when a body flew from the ceiling and landed in a pile by the door. The person, a man, groaned and looked up. Hope filled her. 

It was Five. 

He looked the same as yesterday, except he wore a suit and now had a stubble on his cheekbones. Her brothers came running in, hearing her scream. 

They all looked down at Five, as surprised as she was. 

“Hey look, Five is back,” Klaus said cheerily. 

Dad finally arrived at the scene, took one look at Five, then left. No words were said. 

“What happened to you?” Luther voiced what everyone was thinking. 

Five finally stood, taking of his coat. “The Temps Commission shouldn’t be a problem anymore. That’s all you need to know.” 

The others reluctantly left, getting the hint that he did not want to talk about it this very moment. This left Vanya and him alone together once more. 

Before he could break the silence, she used her telekinesis to throw a pillow at him. Which was almost comical, as she could do far more worse things if she was truly mad. 

He huffed when it hit him. It had quite a bit of force in it. 

“How could you just disappear like that-“ she began, about to lose her temper. He silenced the beginning of her rant by approaching her and cupping her face in his hands. 

“Vanya, I swear, I will never leave you again. I had no choice. But now I do.”

“What do you mean by they shouldn’t be a problem?” she whispered, already anticipating the response. 

“Because I killed them all.”

He emphasized his words by tugging her closer, then finally bent the rest of the distance to close their lips. She responded in kind, wrapping her small arms around his neck. She felt herself walking backwards, the bed finally hitting the back of her knees. She broke the kiss and sat. He stood in front of her, lifting her body like it weighted nothing, to place her on the center of the small bed. He followed. She tugged on his dress shirt, unbuttoning it as quickly as she could. 

When he began kissing and lightly nipping at her neck, she needed some help with the buttons. He obliged, then shed it quickly, revealing the torso she saw only days ago. It was just as beautiful as she remembered. Now she was able to skim her hands over him, feeling the light amount of hair tickle her. 

She sighed when his hands dragged down her body, agonizingly slow. They reached the hem of her shirt, hesitating there. She nodded. He immediately bunched up the shirt and tossed it to the floor. 

Her first thoughts were about how he must of saw her. _Did she live up to his expectations? _Her plain black bra wasn't fancy, nor was she. Her confidence came back when she saw the look in his darker than usual eyes. They kissed once more, him lightly pushing her on her back. He sat above her, eyes filled with mischief.__

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“You don’t even know how many times I’ve imagined this,” he muttered against her skin, reaching closer to her breast. 

“How do I compare?” she let out, embarrassed at how breathy it sounded. 

He pushed aside the bra then eloped the sensitive tip in his mouth. She closed her eyes in ecstasy, feeling the core of her clench. 

“You’re perfect,” he said, reaching around to unclip the damn thing. Then he did the same thing to the other. 

When his mouth returned to her’s in a filthy kiss, he laid his body over hers, rubbing against her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, letting out a breath when the hard length of him came into contact with her. 

“In the apocalypse, all I could think about was touching and tasting you. I couldn’t sleep,” he admitted, as he began to slide her sweatpants down. “Now I get to.” 

She smiled and rubbed herself against him, eliciting a groan from him. 

Five seemed to lose control after that. He brought both her underwear and pants down together, then quickly lifted a leg to put around his neck. After that she lost track of time. 

It could have been seconds or days when he pulled away, his chin moist and her body shaking. She pulled him up to her, wiping his face with the back of her hand.

“I’m on the pill,” she explained hastily. 

He nodded. “Are you sure?” 

“Look Five consent is important, but ask me again and I am going to kick you.” 

This was the third time he asked. They both grinned at each other. She watched as he gripped himself, then slowly came closer to her body. 

That shit hurt. But Five’s face and the noises he made were totally it worth it. She watch him go slow, clearly afraid to hurt her. Eventually, she moved the hands clutching at his back in a soothing way. 

“You can go faster if you want,” she whispered. Five nodded. The both of them gasped when he began to really move. 

_Huh. So this what everyone’s always talking about._

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When Five reached down to touch the place above where they met, she moaned his name into the kiss he gave her. 

He came with a groan not too long after. He went to his side, clutching her close to him and closing his eyes. 

Satisfied, she traced her fingertips along his chest. She looked around, unsurprised to find a few things scattered on the floor that weren’t there before. After a minute of her thinking, he opened his eyes for the first time to stare intently at her. Her cheeks reddened involuntarily. 

“I love you too,” he stated in that factual way of his. She looked down, realizing she was writing “I love you” on his chest without realizing it. 

“Even more then Delores?” she giggled. 

“Even more than Delores. You don’t tell me I drink too much.” 

She playfully smacked him.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> And thats it! Hope you enjoyed it! Leave me kudos if you liked it!

**Author's Note:**

> This is my first UA fanfic! Hope you enjoyed this part, next part should come soon! Leave me kudos if you liked it, I can't get enough of this relationship for some reason.


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